Existing to fight

Jay left the room, feeling strange. For some reason he felt like he was being taken advantage of, even though logically, on paper, he had won out.

“Weird old man… that seemed a little forced…” he thought as he began walking back to Margaret.

“I should definitely check my room for hidden magic moving-image recorders…”

“I’m not saying Viladore is that kinda man… but just in case.”

Jay could only guess at what Viladore’s strange over-enthusiasm was about.

From Jay’s perspective, Viladore didn’t even seem to care that he may not attend lessons, but was oddly passionate about him staying there.

It didn’t really make sense.

Margaret came out of the back room with a key for Jay.

“Here you go dear. You’re actually going to be in the room next to Naria.”

“Oh? Well… don’t tell her. We’ll let it be a surprise.” Jay smiled, though his thoughts were different.